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Dark bits.

well, it's dark bits of prose, isn't it?
4 years ago. Tuesday, May 18, 2021 at 1:35 PM

 

Her breath travels across the endless expanse 

of the space between us.

Soft and regular. 

Warm. 

it plays against my face, this small hours caress.

ebbs and flows, an invisible tide.

          (inhale)

 want 

                     (exhale)

need

          (inhale)

I want

                    (exhale)

I need

          (inhale)

I want to scream.

 

exhale

 

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